15th October. Head Injury Implicit.

"I've got another job for you, that's if you're still in business?"

It's the woodchip boiler salesman on the phone in the morning alluding to recent events involving gravity and stainless steel pipes.

"Yes I'm still in business" I say but don't take him up on the subject implicit.

That evening traipsing around another muddy farmyard he intoduces me to Mr. Double-Barrelled surname who is forking out £25,000 for a heating installation that looks like it's going to need a small forest to keep it going...

"Will you be needing any help with the chimney?" asks the country gent.

J. the woodchip boiler man preempts my answer - "No, no, a completely clear area would be preferable."

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